Neighborly

In my 20s, I had an apartment in which my bedroom and my neighbor’s bedroom not only shared a wall, but our headboards were each on it. 

One night, several weeks after I moved in, I woke up to hear her having sex, I thought, and I quietly masturbated. When I didn’t hear her say anything or anyone else with her, I realized the rhythmic sounds I was hearing from her bed was just her bed, and that she was masturbating, apparently by humping something. I came quickly after that and a couple minutes later heard her speed up and then gasp & grunt softly, slow down then stop, apparently then having had her orgasm. 

 I had not yet met her then.

I did meet her a few weeks later. Late 30s - early 40s and not bad looking. 

After that, I didn’t hear anything else from her at night for a while. I was working and supposed she was too and I pretty much was asleep if I was in bed. Or, masturbating. Which I thought was quiet, usually. 

A couple of months later, I woke up to her this time having vigorous sex. I quickly stripped, knelt, put my ear to the wall and heard what was her clearly getting a good railing. Her bed was creaking. Her head was probably only a foot or so away from mine through the wall so her moans & sighs were quite audible. Again I tried to be quiet as I masturbated but it was a bit of an awkward position I was in but I wanted to hear their sex now that there were two of them. 

She’d say huskily, but not loudly, “Fuck me… yeahhh. Fuck me.” I liked this, and got increasingly excited. And she repeated it over & over. I didn’t hear anything from her boyfriend. 

I really didn’t know her but I was happy for her, that she was getting laid. Not that I was entirely disinterested in the proceedings.

I was by then all worked up, holding off, waiting for something to “happen.” And, then it did. Her boyfriend suddenly started fucking her faster & harder. The bed creaking got louder. The headboard scraped against the wall… 

Then, my neighbor:  “Fuck me, Mary FUCK ME!”

Sheets rustle(?) Position adjustment (?) A gasp from my neighbor. And Mary kicks it up a notch.

“Mary… Mary….”

Mary? 

I didn’t hear her partner say anything but their movements got frantic, and my neighbor started huffing, breathing hard. My movements got frantic. She was getting pounded by another woman (!) - was there a strap-on or were they just humping - and that was it for me and I squirmed & shuddered, shoulder on the wall … and groaned aloud as I came hard in my right hand pumping away my left cupping my balls, fingers squeezing the base of my dick, shooting all over my pillow and sheets. I pumped and pumped ‘til I’d finished, then just sort of crumpled to my bed.

Of course, they had heard me. They both laughed, softly. Then they paused their fucking, “I …. he just came…” I heard Mary say. My neighbor laughed. 

Then one of them gave a little triple knock on my wall. Something was quietly said, but I couldn’t tell what. I just lay there too embarrassed to move, let alone, speak.

“Keep going,” I heard, then and Mary resumed going to town on my neighbor. She was quiet, Mary was quiet, but the sounds of their coupling was distinct and steady and a few minutes later, my neighbor, too, came. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Mary gave it to her, it seemed, even faster through her orgasm but neither said anything and then they just stopped and they were both quiet. 

I waited a few seconds then I gently triple-tapped the wall. A couple seconds later, one of them triple-tapped back. 

I got out of bed and cleaned up and then sat in the living room for a while so they could have pillow-talk, which for some reason I didn’t think I should hear. 

I never did see Mary. Nor did I hear them fucking again. I heard another woman talking in her apartment a few times over the next year, but had no idea if it was Mary. 

One night late I came in and got my little blue stroker tube, rolled it up in a towel so I had something to clutch, stripped off, lubed it up, and gave it a good fucking. I was pretty drunk and while I didn’t feel uncoordinated and was hard it took me way longer than I expected to cum. So that night the “good” in the fuck was only good as in “good and hard.”

I’d never fucked (human or toy) drunk and had thought that with too much booze I wouldn’t get hard but I was very hard, the problem was I wasn’t getting closer to orgasm when I should have been. Fucking didn’t even feel that good (my penis usually felt great in The Tube). I’d had to roll onto my stomach, hips raised, and then plow the toy hard from above to even start to feel I was getting somewhere. 

So I held the thing under me at the right angle and thrust and thrust, my chest on the bed, chin on the pillow. It wasn’t doing much for me until I was really “puttin’ some ass into it.” A couple of minutes of that and yeah, I had a good “bouncy” rhythm going, my bed giving a little back on each thrust and OK now it was starting to feel like something. Too much alcohol, OK, really does have an effect. I was feeling the good feelings now and smiled as the bed rocked, the headboard knocked and then suddenly… wait, what? I was cumming and it was just like this itty bitty minor quake of an orgasm and it was like I felt more of me squirting than of the orgasmic bliss. It was like a 2 on the Dickter Scale, almost an “ungasm”. So, I of course, just fucked more furiously.

That can’t be all of it! I’m still hard. Keeeep fuuuuucking! 

“C’mon!”… “Please!” 

Oops, I’d said that out loud.

Brain: “I WANT MY FUCKING REAL ORGASM!”

Penis: “DENIED.”

Shit.

I pulled out, rolled on my back, tried with my hand. I was still hard.. then quickly deflating. Nothing. I exhaled audibly. 

Shit. Shit. 

That actually almost sucked. 

My neighbor triple-tapped the wall. 

I reached back over my head triple-tapped back, half-heartedly. Then I sat up. 

Oh, shit, shit, shit!

“I’m sorry. I’m pretty drunk.”

“That’s OK.”

“Thanks. You probably didn’t need to hear that.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Did you cum?”

“Finally, yeah.”

“That’s good.”

“I wasn’t sure I was going …”

“Neither was I.”

“Well, uh… I’m done, you can sleep, now.”

“That would be nice.”

“Good night.”

“Good night.”